Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.